The sun shone down on the clear, crisp blue lake.
People were laughing, splashing, and playing all around me, in and out
of the water, having a good time with friends. I heard shouts in the
distance, echoing across the lake. But for me the day was filled with
suspense and dread, just like how it feels right before a thunderstorm
comes rolling in. I stood on the hot metal dock, waiting. The whistle
blew. It was now or never. I dove off the dock.
The water rushed at me from below. The butterflies in my stomach started
racing around, unable to stop. Innumerable feelings rushed through my
body. Whatís going to happen to me? Why did I ever do this? The water,
cool and refreshing, cascaded over me like a waterfall. My body was
petrified. I didnít know what to do. I couldnít think. I began to lose
myself in a daydream where I never had to do this. The whistle
penetrated my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I burst out of the
water, anxious to get a breath. I started to move through the water, in
and out, up and under. My blood was pounding in my ears, blocking out
all other noise. Slowly, the butterflies in my stomach receded, and I
realized that I was perfectly fine. I was always scared something would
happen if I tried something new, something that I had never done before.
But now I felt as calm as the eye of a storm. The ear-splitting whistle
shrieked, bringing me back into the real world and urging me out of the
water. Reluctant to get out, I slowly climbed up the ladder.
Realizing I had done it, I ran across the hot metal dock into the grass.
It tickled my feet as I walked over to the single red picnic table. The
silver scissors shone in the sun, glinting as they cut the bracelet,
yellow and tattered, off my wrist. It was quickly replaced with a new,
crisp blue bracelet. The sun sparkled on the lake, smiling at my
* * * * *
The next day was a sunny, wonderful day. A rainbow shimmered over-head.
I was standing on the hot metal dock, in the same place I had stood just
twenty-four hours ago. But this time, instead of jumping into the
shallow water with nervous thoughts rushing through my head, I ran down
the dock, my feet smacking the metal, and leaped down into the depths of
the lake. The sun shone down through the crisp, clear blue lake. People
were laughing, splashing, and playing around me, in and out of the
water, having a good time with friends. But this time, I was one of
those people. For me, it was a beautiful day.